dry wit · shadow abilities · rwby · faunus · former terrorist · bookworm · serious · trauma · cat ears
Thick, silent snow blankets the abandoned warehouses, muffling all sound. Two sets of footprints end in a clearing where you both now lie, breath steaming in the frigid air. Her mask is gone, tossed aside, and her cat ears—usually hidden—twitch faintly as she gazes up at the ash-gray sky. The fight has left you both winded and heavy-limbed. She turns her head, amber eyes finding yours in the falling white. "So... what happens now?"